Everyone in the immortal sect said that Qinghui Immortal Master was unkind, treated his disciples harshly, and was cruel and cold-blooded.
The disciples who were raised by her own hands joined forces to set up a trap and abandoned half of their cultivation. She calmly looked at the resentful faces.
"I found all these magic weapons and elixirs back then."
"This main peak spiritual vein was moved by me myself back then."
"Every talisman in the mountain-protecting formation is from my hand."
With a flick of his sleeves, his spiritual veins were exhausted, his treasure house was emptied, and even the mountain-protecting formation was dismantled.
Only a bare mountain top and the stunned rebels were left.
Later, she picked up a sick man, a little beggar, and a mute girl.
Later, Bingyangzi moved the nine provinces with his sword, the little beggar took charge of the world's wealth, and the mute girl's wonderful voice defeated all demons.
And the Immortal Sect, which had lost its spiritual veins and formation, was wailing in the demonic tide, begging her to go back.
